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Maple Mathers Jan 2016
In the time you were gone, I found myself filled with extra space. Nothing too obvious; not gaping holes in my stomach, nor chunks from my arm. Rather, they were minute cracks that ensnared me. These unwanted holes appeared at random; when someone spoke of sandwiches, I felt a soft ***** in the back of my mind. When I encountered a full moon, I felt a throb in the tips of my fingers. And sometimes, when I caught sight of a dollar bill, a pang of nostalgia bit me somewhere deep down in my chest. This discomfort never lasted long. These cracks never formed one excruciating pain – the kind that fully consumes, but diminishes over time like a large hole in a wall that will soon be filled in. These cracks I felt, this empty space, it affected me demurely. As some cracks were filled in, new ones spread forth. My disrepair did not increase nor decrease in the years to come, but rather, spread out to different locations, as I patched and filled along the way. My foundation as a person grew perpetually flawed, yet remained stable enough to stay upright. My eventual remedy was to simply remember this; I am a structure made of concrete. Wear me down, and all you get is more concrete. In this way, it was okay that you were gone. In this way, I discovered the weight of time and also, the art of saying goodbye.
(All poems original Copyright of Eva Denali Will © 2015, 2016)
Timothy Ward Jan 2016
a candle burns bright

                       a                       t
intent   w                                                    s
          ­                         f

across the room
our world (in)action
SøułSurvivør Jan 2016
-----------------------------------
|   my mind's a blank.  |
|            PLEASE             |
|     write something     |
|             on me!             |
|           ♡ Cathy             |
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I'm going through a dry spell
Lena Waters Jan 2016
→→→→→It doesn't matter←←←←←
             What                       you
           Do in                            life
          And                 ­              death
         And       inbetween        them;
         At            the end             of the
          Day       the wheels        keep
           On                                 going
           Round                         and
               So the                wheels
                  Just keep turning.
A concrete poem to make you think. Enjoy! (Read left to right, each line, like a normal poem. ;) )
SøułSurvivør Sep 2015
sea
rolling blue
in darkness, black
rose under the
weeping waves
seeping
salt
t
e
a
r
s
an            @                
    ocean's    @                      
   bleeding  @                    
coral          
r
e
e
f
                  @           has
                    @       died in
                     @      sadness
                       @   crushed    
                  @   into        
s
a
n
d
       s      
   t  
  o  
n
e
there are huge areas of the sea
that are dying or dead
the least we can do
is put a rose
on the
grave

@--\-----
SøułSurvivør Oct 2014
a
wee
leaf fell
into a stream
as leaves are wont
to do.   the water carried it   away
it's boating to persue. the fragile
leaf then came to grief in a
swirling thrall, it's just not
fair, it said to air i did
not ask for
f
a
l
l


soulsurvivor
catherine jarvis
(c) october 6, 2014
There's a lesson
Here somewhere
SøułSurvivør Oct 2014
koi
~~~



koi
circle
endlessly
beneath the
silver surface
and blue glass
of a lilypad pond. their
eyes bulging gills gulping
the      tiny bubbles on      the
the water ****
   they dart under
  the pink lilies
   like orange
   ghosts or
pale    
wraiths.          
they go round      
and round in the
pond no   bigger than
a golden          thimble    
longing for.                 the sea
~~~

(c) soulsurvivor
I love these beautiful fish
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
i
am
eagle
i am
the
one who
was created to breathe the atmosphere
of the angels and ride the storm clouds like
they were white horses, yes, i was made to catch
rainbows in my sharp talons, i who am strong will
catch your fall.       You who are weak          will trust me
for i want                nothing more than             to be your
Savior.                              I will hide you                              under
my                        ­             wings. You will                                    be
mine and i
will never
leave you nor
forsake you. Ever.
World without end


AMEN


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
I hope this shape works
Thank you God
For this inspiration!

Should be viewed on an
iPad laptop or PC
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
@@@blue                                                      pink­@@@
@@@russet                                        purple@@@
@@­red yellow         \   /            orange teal@@
@@ochre violet     @@     puce lavender@@
@@green brown    ¥¥   turquoise navy@@
@@scarlet citrine   ¥¥    cerulean black@@
copper silver   ¥¥   golden bronze
peach wine  ¥¥   periwinkle
rose champagne ¥¥  blue chartreuse
carnation marigold     ¥¥  buff ecru mahogany
@emerald sapphire      ¥¥      amber opal pearl@
@raven oriole                                  rainbow russet@
@@                                                       ­                   @@
I hope this works!
it should be viewed on an
iPad laptop or PC
SøułSurvivør Nov 2014
//\\/\\
//\\\///\\//\\///\\
//\\//          //\\/\\//          \\//\
bo                                                 bo
books       <♥>         <♥>      books
books . bo                     oks . books
books . books           books . books
books bo . books . books . bo book  
books . books . book . book . books
books . books . book . books . book
books . books book . books . book
books . books . books . book
book . book . book
bo . book . bo
book

*BOOK LOVERS RULE
The hairline and the V of the book
Should look like a ♡

I found out what this type of
Poetry is. It's called "concrete"
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